City of the Dead

City of the Dead

The water was warm, it was putting me to sleep.

“Hey,” a voice said. My eyes opened… A young guy. Unshaven. Wild hair.

“Hey,” he said again. “I didn’t know you would be naked… In a bathtub…

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Two spirit travelers unite to save a young woman who has been imprisoned in stone within the City of the Dead…

In The Moonlight: In The Bathtub Again Gizzel…

The water was perfect, I thought, maybe a little too perfect… It was putting me to sleep. I rested my head against the rim of the tub and drifted. It really was relaxing me. I tried to follow that thought but found that I couldn’t. My eyelids felt heavy. Too heavy. Heavier than normal… Weighted. It took so much effort to open them. I tried to focus my thoughts, but every time I opened my eyes the bathroom swam in and out of focus and I had to shut them once more.

As I tried to make sense of it a face swam into view, it panicked me, but even so there was no physical reaction from me at all. Even the panic I felt seemed removed. Aloof. Panic felt by a disinterested party. Like it was a reaction that belonged to someone else instead of my own.

“Hey,” he said. A young guy. Unshaven. Wild hair. I could smell the street on him. His teeth were yellowed and chipped: Looked to be blackening in places I saw. His tongue continuously licked at his cracked lips.

I couldn’t speak. Wouldn’t have known what to say if I had been able to, and I was having a very hard time keeping my eyes open. The lights were too bright.

“Hey,” he said again. “I didn’t know you would be naked… In a bathtub… He didn’t say that… I’m sorry…. I really am sorry.” His hand swam into view as I watched. Normal except a black lump seemed to be fused to it. A black lump with a blacker hole in the end of it. Fire spat from the blacker hole. The lights went out…

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